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“That’s all I ask.”

Sonja didn’t know what to think. Of course she would want to know if there were something wrong with Derek’s health, but she’d never considered it from the other side. Maybe it was time for a little more sharing.

“Sir? There’s a little more to my story. My mother died from breast cancer when I was six. My grandmother raised me. She was first diagnosed when I was thirteen. In my teens, I took care of her as much as she took care of me—at least it seemed that way. She saw me through high school but was too sick to come to graduation. I’ve been on my own ever since.” Sonja’s voice choked up as she fought her tears.

“Oh, babygirl, I’m so sorry.” He hugged her tightly and rocked her while she cried. “You’re not alone now. If I have my way, you’ll never be alone again. I’m here to share the bad and the good. Do you believe me?”

Sonja sniffled. “Yes, Sir. I’ll try my best to remember.”

“You’ll remember. I’ll see to that.” He turned her so he could see her face. “Now that we understand each other and you appreciate the severity of your mistake, we have your punishment to take care of.”

“P-punishment? What kind of punishment, Sir?” Sonja at least had the good sense not to object to the idea of punishment. She’d wait and see how he wanted to punish her.

“I think we’ll start with a punishment to help you remember how important communication is. I want you to write lines. You will write fifteen times: ‘My Dom worries about me and cares for me. I will tell him about what is happening in my life. I will not withhold information because I think it’s not important or to keep him from worrying.’ It’s not that many repetitions, but it’s complicated enough to keep you thinking the whole time.”

“Yes, Sir. I’ll get paper and a pen.”

“Not so fast, little girl. First, strip.” Sonja hastened to follow his instruction. Writing lines naked seemed somehow sexy.

“Good girl. Now get me the largest butt plug from my toy bag and the lube. Then you can find the paper and pen.”

Writing lines while wearing a butt plug, naked—somehow even sexier.

She moved quickly, and it took her only a few minutes to gather the things. When she got back, she knelt and presented everything to Derek, who accepted the offerings with a quiet “good girl,” and had her stand up.

“Turn around and grab your ankles.”

Sonja sighed and did as she was told. Derek carefully lubed her rim and her asshole before applying a generous amount on the plug itself.

He then began to insert it, slowly, back and forth until the final plop, when it seated itself. “That wasn’t so terrible, now, was it?”

“No, Sir.” She didn’t sound like she believed herself.

“I suggest you get in the proper mindset, Sonja. You have corner time when you finish your lines. It will all go faster if you don’t fight me in your head.”

“Yes, Sir. I’ll try.”

“You can write your lines standing up at the kitchen counter. I plan to sit behind you and enjoy the view. Let’s get moving.”

Writing what seemed to be an entire paragraph seemed to take forever, even just once. But Sonja paid attention to the words as Derek told her, and she found herself realizing he was right. She hadn’t given him or his feelings any consideration. By the time she was finished, Sonja was struggling to keep from crying on the paper.

“Done,” she said.

Derek came up behind her and turned her around for a long hug, followed by one of his patented kisses, guaranteed to leave her weak in the knees. He put his arm around her to keepher from backing away as he examined her paper. “Nice job, babygirl. I don’t like seeing this wet spot here, though.”

“I’m sorry, Sir. I think that’s when I started to really understand what I was writing. I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you about what was going on. I was depriving you of stuff you would want to know and myself of your support and comfort. I won’t do it again. Please punish me as you see fit.”

Derek pulled her into his arms for another hug. “Apology accepted. Now, into the living room for fifteen minutes of corner time.”

“Yes, Sir.” Sonja went with him to the one bare corner in her living room. She was aware of the plug with every step, but it didn’t bother her because she deserved it. She felt loved and cherished despite being punished or maybe because of it. She put her face in the corner, so her nose touched the wall.

“Hands at your sides. No fidgeting, no talking. Understood?”

Sonja nodded and ended with her nose in place and her hands loosely at her sides. She heard Derek sit down on the couch and pull Snuggles into his lap. Snuggles meowed once at having his rest disturbed but quickly settled.

Sonja stood in the corner, thinking about everything that had happened. She had been wrong to leave Derek out of her health issues. He loved her breasts, after all. She chuckled. What would he say if she told him that?

“Quiet over there. This is not a laughing matter, babygirl.” Derek tried to sound stern, but Sonja knew that after her tears and his hug, they were okay again. She regained control of herself and realized she did feel cut off from the activity by being in the corner. She could hear Derek with Snuggles.

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